It's random Wednesday!
Okay, apparently it's random drippy Wednesday because I have a cold and I am Not Happy about it. I've done pretty well this year, and last, which I attribute to the fact that I was sick 2 weeks out of every month in the kids first 2.5 years of life through being exposed to every virus known to humanity. The viruses appear to have mutated, however, plus I seem to have entered a new set of daily petrie dishes, I mean preschool classrooms.
Anyway, the poor Mafia was forced to eat dinner with me and allowed me to breathe in her general direction last night, despite the fact that most of my time was spent saying things like "di don't dow about dat, bot do do dink?" and blowing my nose (and in the most ladylike way, asking her to bring me back tissues from the bathroom). I was a freakin' barrell of
snot laughs. If you see her, give her your sympathy and maybe some echinacea. I didn't realize how bad it was until it was upon me.
It's one of those colds where you feel like hell, but you don't feel like sleeping it off (I'll allow as how this could be the 12-hour sudafed talking). You feel, at least theoretically, your typical amount of energy, so the idea of hiding under the covers until it's all over, my favorite way to deal with a bad cold, is not going to fly. It's just that your typical amount of energy is largely devoted to scraping the skin off the sides of your nose with the sand-paper like tissues available at the office (note to self, bring good ones tomorrow) and to sneezing uncontrollably and trying to pronounce "th" and "v" on the phone to people who don't need to hear about your nasal problems. So in between nose-skin removal procedures and the efficient spreading of germs around your office environment (I did in fact hesitate to lick envelopes today), you feel somewhat less effective than usual.
I'm also pretty sure my brains are now exiting through my nose, so that doesn't make me much more effective. Go figure.
So MIT was fun. Marcy gets the award for first commenter to go wrong with the beaver theme. As if I had any doubt. Mafia pretended to be restrained but just saved the jokes for when I saw her in person. She even took a picture of me in my full traveling knitterly business-mom regalia which you will see here when she emails it to me (no pressure).
I was supposed to stay through today but it didn't work out due to the cold and the fact that the workshop for today was not looking promising. Instead I'm here in the office, flying under the radar and getting stuff done. Overall, a nice bonus day, though I usually assume that I'm going to save the universe and do my expense reports on days like this, and it rarely works out that way.
This weekend is the big Festival of Birthday. The short people will be five (FIVE!). I still think they'll lick the plates though. There's grown up, and then there's grown up. Heck, I'm not grown up enough to not lick the plate if the cake is tasty enough.
I did, honestly, think that I had a list of interesting things to which to link you, but this one, thanks to Riin, is the only one I can remember (I think the rest went out in the last tissue).
Rock on girl.
While I'm sure you wish you could hear more about the contents of my nose, I've used up one box of sandpaper and must visit the supply closet for more. Just be glad you don't have this, and if you do, be glad you don't have this AND have to try to keep up with the latest insanity perpretrated by the department of education, not to mention the latest rankings kerfuffle. Catch up on work, my patootie. It took me half the day to figure what the hell they're doing in Washington.
Excuse me, I have to sneeze now.